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a rustic analysis*
bo leh*
buat donno*
jakun & boon cit - a love story. not.*
jingling nona*
many happy returns of the day, u sexy u*
love misunderstood*
no willy*
perfect man*
save me from this misery*
tan ah yam, i'm sorry*

an interview with joe blogs*
woo! a review!*

halong bay - you jump, i save you*
hanoi on my mind*
hanoi - in search of the pain-in-the-arse ice cream and other stories in between*
sungai petani, my hometown* [pt 1]
leave my country* [pt 1]
leave my country* [pt 2]
ozcapade* [pt 1]
ozcapade* [pt 2]
ozcapade* [pt 3a]
ozcapade* [pt 3b]
moomoo vista* [pt 1]
moomoo vista* [pt 2]
moomoo vista* [pt 3]
ah moy in paris* [pt 1]

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a fulfilling weekend* 

As I aged, I've come to realize that I am somewhat more grateful for the little things I have. Of course, that's not to imply that I had been a difficult person to please either. But I deeply believe in this - If one does not know how to appreciate the small things in life, it matters not when the big things come along. And also for the mere fact that I have always been the independent sort – I hate to be a parasite that feeds on others. Even if I want to, I simply don’t qualify. i) I am not born with the drop-dead salivating bombshell looks. ii) Neither am I the “manja’ sorts. iii) I don’t know how to appreciate the posh branded stuffs; like BMWs, or a Merz, or a Prada, a Dior etc. iv) I can never consciously go out with an ugly spendthrift fart [I like the cultured, tall and skinny drug-addict-look type. Heh.] Just allow me to be with the things I like, and I will be happy. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – I am a cheap person. Very very.

That’s why I think, for once in a very long while now, I had a very fulfilling weekend. Let me count the whys…

1. In totality, from Friday night till this Monday morning, I slept a good 35 hours! I think Smokie was pissed at me coz I've beaten his record! And I don't feel guilty about it.

2. Yesterday morning, I realized that Smokie has learnt to shut off my alarm for me! I’m dead serious he did just that! Haa. I’ve got a genius at home!

3. I finished 2 pocket books on Saturday – Nick Hornby’s Otherwise Pandemonium and Roald Dahl’s A Taste Of The Unexpected. [These 2 books are among 70 titles packed under Penguin Books 70 Years Anniversary Collection. Each book is sold at RM9.90 exclusively at Popular Books.]

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4. I also got myself Elizabeth Berg’s ‘Durable Goods’ for six freaking ringgit at Pay Less Books, Amcorp Mall outlet. Woo! I have also purchased David Selaris’ ‘Naked’ book for RM15.

5. I had some good quality time at my cousin’s house; with my ageing aunt and uncle, my cousin and his family over 2 bowls of scrumptious, home cooked Assam Laksa.

6. Much to his abhorrence, I bathed Smokie and cleansed his ears on Sunday morning. Was rewarded with a deep scratch on my neck, but it was worth it when he was all clean and good smelling.

7. I watched Oprah on Primetime.

8. I finished my February 2005 issue of O magazine, which I managed to get for a whopping RM10.

9. I felt Jesus’ peaceful presence ever so strongly in the house.

10. I had a good confirmation dream about Jess.

Lastly, I thought long and hard about the blog. And I decided that I can't part with it and thus, will continue writing.

So, was that a swell weekend or what?

July 25, 2005 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 10:29 pm